Soon - EF

Four floors high, filled empty space, at bars, and empty space in cars

Went out for a while yesterday, in retrospect, only to see what I had and have

not

Feeling cold, down in the middle of a coastal town

The bleeding wound

My body is so empty

My heart, drained of all its contents

Woke up to early this time

Bleeding wound

Never mind the bleeding wound

Misinform the uniformed

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Paint some pictures

Don’t paint them

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The manifesto is

There’s no manifesto